My husband had been having an affair for a long time. His partner was my junior colleague. They laughed at the desperate days I spent trying to conceive, and that night, right before my eyes, they flaunted their affair. —That night, my heart shattered with a resounding crash. On that night of utter despair, I met a younger man cloaked in an air of mysterious allure. Touched by his kindness, I surrendered my heart and body to him—just once. It was supposed to be a one-night encounter, never to happen again… or so I thought. But a few days later, I saw him again. His name is Amane. He’s a student at the high school where I teach. A “sweet rain” I must never let drench me— And yet, this rain gently, sweetly begins to stir my heart, which should have been broken beyond repair…
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